The book has a mind of its own

Body Swap Story Chapter 2: The Old Book

Anthony returned to the living room with his fresh beer and plopped back into his armchair. Fiona was still going strong on her rant about the patriarchy, gesturing wildly with her wine glass.

He half-listened while his eyes wandered to the old dusty book he had set on the side table earlier. Curious, he picked it up again and casually flipped through the yellowed pages. It looked like some kind of old occult journal — strange symbols, handwritten notes, and weird diagrams. He had no idea what it actually was. Probably some hippie nonsense left behind by a previous tenant.

Fiona kept talking. “I’m telling you, if I had a dick for one week, I’d—”

Anthony wasn’t really paying attention. He stopped on a random page filled with odd-looking words in an old-fashioned script. Out of boredom, he read a short phrase aloud under his breath:

“Corpus mutatio… animus transferre…”

The moment the words left his mouth, the room flickered with a faint, eerie blue light for a split second. The lamp on the side table dimmed and brightened again. A strange tingling sensation passed through the air.

Fiona paused mid-sentence. “Did you feel that? The lights just…”

Anthony blinked, looking around. “Huh. Must be a power surge or something.”

The book suddenly felt warm in his hands. He set it down quickly, chuckling nervously.

End of Chapter 2.